Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold
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Like The Blade You
By Reesa Mercy
I hung up the phone, telling myself that my mother was lying. She had to be. My grandmother wasn't
dead, there was a mix up and it was another old lady.
I had to prove my mom was wrong. I got off of the couch that I was sitting on with Jimmy, and walked
to the bunk area. The bus hit a pothole and I fell into my bunk. Sometimes I just hated being on the
I closed by bunk's curtain so that nobody would bother me, not that they would. Besides Jimmy, the
rest of the band was in the back area playing video games. I flipped open my cell phone and dialed
Nana's number. Nana always answered when I called. The phone rang and rang and rang. I hung up and
realized that my mom was telling the truth. Apparently, the Alzheimer's and emphysema was too much
The tears started to burn my eyes and I covered my mouth to stop the scream I so desperately wanted
to release. I hadn't seen Nana in two months, and it had been a few weeks since I'd called her. The
tears slipped down my face as I realized that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.
My body ached all over and I just wanted it to stop. I swear I heard my heart break, leaving an
empty hole in my chest. I only knew of one way to get rid of the pain. I knew that I had promised my
family and band mates that I would never do it again, but I had to get away from the aching pain. I
climbed out of my bunk and ran through the back area, into the bathroom.
“Hey!” Brian called from the couch just as I slammed the door shut.
Hopefully, they didn't notice the tears streaming down my cheeks. I opened the medicine cabinet over
the sink and dug around, looking. When my fingers touched the cold metal, I sighed in relief. I
pulled it out and sat on the floor. I kissed the razor before I slid it across my wrist.
I felt the blade bite into my skin and the blood pooled and rolled down. An instant burst of
euphoria shot through my body. I brought the razor to my wrist again. I slid it across slowly this
time so I could feel every ounce of pleasure.
I was bringing the razor back for a third time when there was a knock on the door.
“Zacky? H-hey, what are you doing in there?” Matt called through the door.
I ignored him and continued what I was doing.
“Zacky, open this door right now!” Matt demanded as he banged on the door.
I ignored him again. The euphoria and adrenaline coursing through my veins were enough to make me
want to laugh.
“Open this goddamn door! Don't make me fucking kick it down because you know I will!”
Matt may have been yelling, but I could hear the fear and franticness in his voice. Then I looked at
the razor and realized what I had been doing. Ashamed and disgusted with myself, I threw the razor
into the sink. Tears replaced the grin that was on my face.
“Son of a bitch! That's it, this door's coming down!”
The door flew open, a dent the size of Matt's shoe on it, and Matt was standing in the doorway with
his arms crossed. I stared at him hopelessly. His eyes darted from my glazed eyes, to my tearstained
cheeks, to my bloody wrist, to the small pool of blood on the floor and finally resting on the razor
in the sink. Realization dawned in Matt's eyes. I couldn't look at him any longer and buried my face
in my arms.
Thick, strong arms wrapped firmly around me.
“Zacky,” Matt said quietly.
Fresh tears spilled out of my eyes. I choked on my sobs and Matt held me tighter. Matt grabbed a
towel and pressed it hard against my bleeding wrist.
“What happened? You promised m…um, us, that you wouldn't do this anymore,” Matt
whispered, applying more pressure to my wrist.
“Nana died, Matt. I couldn't take the pain. I had, have, to get away,” I cried.
“Oh, Zacky! I'm so sorry. But you have to find another way to get away from the pain. You
could kill yourself if you keep this up,” Matt said, gesturing to my wrist.
“This is the only way I know. Besides, it doesn't matter if I kill myself. Nobody would notice
and nobody would care,” I mumbled as the depression set in.
“I would care and I would notice, Zack. It'll be hard to not notice it.
Especially when I wake up every morning excited that I get to see you, and when I want to do nothing
more than spend my day with you, making you happy. If you really need, Zacky, I can help you find
another way,” Matt said quickly.
“D-did…do you…” I stuttered pointlessly.
“Did I just admit that I have the biggest fucking crush on you? Yeah. I know you don't fell
the same way, so whatever. But that doesn't matter right now. If you want I'll go to the funeral
with you, so you don't have to be alone.”
I nodded dumbly, but didn't say anything. Matt pulled the towel away from my wrist. He threw it on
the floor. I looked at his hand and saw that the blood must have soaked through the towel because
his hand was covered in blood. Matt stood and washed the blood off his hand. He turned back around
and picked me up, sitting me on the side of the sink.
“Let's get you cleaned up.”
Matt rummaged through the medicine cabinet and came out with hydrogen peroxide, Neosporin and
bandages. He held my arm over the sink and poured the peroxide over it. I winced when I felt the
burning sensation and watched the bubbles. Matt dabbed it off with another towel before he spread
the Neosporin over the gashes. He put the bandages over them and wrapped an ace bandage around my
wrist to keep the bandages on and make it look like I sprained my wrist.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, hopping off the sink.
“Wait. I want you to do me a favor.”
Matt grabbed the razor out of the sink and held it between us.
“I want you to get rid of this for good and swear to me that you'll find another way to escape
the pain,” Matt said lowly.
I could see in his eyes that he was begging me to do it. So I grabbed the razor, threw it in the
toilet and flushed. Matt smiled and hugged me tightly.
“Thank you,” Matt said with a sigh of relief. “Let me take you to your bunk. You
should get some rest.”
Matt put his hand on the small of my back and led me to my bunk. I crawled in and he pulled the
covers over me.
“Just so you know, you can talk to me anytime about anything,” he whispered.
He pulled the curtain shut and I heard his footsteps slowly head back towards the back area.
The footsteps came back quickly and the curtain flew open. Matt was kneeling on the floor, concern
and worry written across his face.
“What's the matter, Zacky?” he asked.
“Please stay with me,” I whispered, tears springing up again.
“It's all right. I won't leave you,” Matt whispered.
I moved over and Matt slid in beside me, closing the curtain. I turned over and buried my head in
Matt's chest. He wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in his warmth.
“I miss her,” I cried quietly.
“I know you do, but I'll always be here for you,” Matt said.
I lifted my head and looked at him. He smiled weakly at me. Without thinking, I crashed my lips
against his. Neither of us moved, we just stayed with our lips pressed firmly together. I pulled
back, and blushed fiercely.
“Does that mean what I think it means?” Matt asked.
“Yes, it does. It's also a thank you. For everything,” I whispered.
Matt's smile spread across his face. He cupped my cheek in his hand and pulled me in. Matt planted
the sweetest, gentlest kiss I've ever had on my lips.
“Now get some sleep, Zacky,” he whispered.
I put my head back on his chest and snuggled closer against his body. Matt tightened his grip on me
and told me he was going to sing a song that he wrote for me.
Matt started singing `Dear God'. I smiled against his chest and let his voice slowly lull me to
A/N: I don't think this is my best story, but it wasn't meant to be good. It was my own form of
therapy. I've had the crappiest past three days. I found out that one of my three grandmas died and
now I'm going to her funeral tomorrow. The doctors gave my great uncle two weeks before he dies and
my cousin fell the broke his ankle. I know that last one doesn't sound so bad, but there's a whole
story behind it and that's why it's so bad for me.
On a positive note. I MET HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD TODAY!!!!!!!! I was so excited. I went with my brother
and cousin to their signing at the Looney Tunes in West Babylon. It was so amazing. They autographed
my CD and a piece of paper, which I'm going to get framed. And my cousin Lianna and I got pictures
with all of them except J-Dog. It was awesome. Lianna was making fun of me because when I went to
take a picture of Funny Man, my hand was shaking too much for me to hold the camera still. Oh and
the best part about the signing. THEY WEREN”T WEARING MASKS!!!!!!!!!!!! Trust me, they are
really cute!!! If Lianna sends me the pictures, I'll try to post them if you guys want to see
Lol, so I'm starting to ramble. Sorry. Read and review please.
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